Monthly Archives: June 2003

I’m an American ronin, the third generation  born away from Japan.  I never though that I would have the opportunity to visit Japan, but recently I　returned.  I say return because a piece of you is always there even if you’ve never been there. One day, walking through Japan, we went down a side street.  Suddenly a shrine appeared.  Not so sudden as to frighten, but gentle like seeing a flower blossom unexpectedly.  It seemed to open up from nowhere.  Here, in the middle of the city, it appeared. Something of the old that wasn’t consumed by the new things around it.

未知のわが家

　私は、アメリカ人浪人（さむらい）、日本から遠く離れて生を受けた日系３世です。 Continue reading →

The thing that I remember most of living in Los Angeles, is the orange haze.  Like the fires of hell, Los Angeles was bathed in orange.  During the late afternoon, the sunlight filtered through the smog.  And a filthy orange tinge would infect the buildings, sidewalks, and the sky.  It still sours my memory.

カリフォルニアの夢

　ロサンゼルス生活で、一番、思い出に残っていることは、オレンジ色のもやです。まるで地獄の火のようにロサンゼルスの町はオレンジ色を浴びていました。夕方になると、スモッグで濾過（ろか）され、よごれたオレンジ色に染められた太陽の光は、ビルや歩道、そして、空を汚染しました。それはまだ不快な思い出として残っています。 Continue reading →